Am utterly disappointed in myself for not getting that 10 for tpsw presentation and i saw my scoreboard and i realised i scored all 10 except the last column which was left blank and mr naidu was nice enough to ask me if i wanted to give another shot and the reason for the failure was because i showed the clip for 2 mins which each and everyone of us was only given 5 minutes.

stage fright caught me off guard, i thought it was nothing but when the first step up on stage looking down on all the very familiar faces smiling at me and cheering me on was really a relief but when the clock starts its countdown all eyes were on me and the panic sets in, fingers trembling, tongue tied and the most terrifying part is my mind went blank and i couldn't read out the words on my q-cards which i spend the whole night preparing for it. I stumbled upon words which i use in everyday life(tsk tsk). I knew i screwed it up when Naidu called my name with that familiar tone he always does when someone screws his or her presentation up but i actually heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing his voice. 

all the disappointment aside and i am telling myself to give my best shot the next presentation, it's not the end of the world yet, cheesy but true. Mister J brought me out for turkish food and mad sisha-ing that got my cough even worst than before and i am all miserable now down with all sorts of sickness, my goodness what a week i'm having, Nat breaking the news to me over the phone that all day 2 tickets for singfest are sold out and i have to constantly remind myself it's a blessing because 200bucks is not a small amount and it can be use to pay the bills and have weekly dosage of E.I.C and goodfellas at timbre but sadly no more pignick with my girls at fort canning, no more singalongs with Mraz, no more doing retarded moves with P.dolls and worst, no more screaming along sessions with Panic at the disco. *inserts hokkien vulgarities*

move along, PICTURES a many.